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Sorry to hear about your dog Bobby.... I had Bo, my Irish Setter, for 16 years... When she died I was never going to have another dog... But now this little black Cocker Spaniel has become my new best friend and constant shadow.... I even catch heck at the parts store if I don't bring him along when I go... He likes to entertain when he makes visits!!!!!

Lots of good dogs looking for a good home.... I'd suggest find another!!!

I gotta say that although I don't know you personally, I do know you.....
I also know the pain you endure. My Wife and I rescue Great Danes and
currently have 10. Most of them are train wrecks but we love them just the
same. As each one leaves in his turn, the pain is unspeakable but speaks of
the character of those who care for them...

I'm including a poem written by Lord Byron, the Poet back in the 1800's.
He had a Newfoundland named "Boatswain" who died of Rabies. He loved the
dog so much that he erected a monument inscribed with a poem that
pretty much says it all.



Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains
Of one
Who possessed Beauty
Without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.

The Price, which would be unmeaning flattery
If inscribed over Human Ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
“Boatswain,” a Dog
Who was born at Newfoundland,
May, 1803,
And died in Newstead Abbey,
Nov. 18, 1808.

When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown by glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And stories urns record that rests below.
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master’s own,
Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth –
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power –
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennoble but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on – it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one – and here he lies.

Newstead Abbey, November 30,1808

Dave thanks its something how a pet becomes part of your life . Another companion for the wife and I will be later down the road .

Dogtag thanks a very commendable feat you are doing . I know a few people who have greyhounds in the same way .